I swear, I'm cursed
I was the last one to use Mama's old electric mixer before it died--- started smoking, stopped spinning its beaters, and left me to finish mixing my cake batter by hand.
I think I used one of the last two blenders we had shortly before it broke. Our current one, I nearly broke trying to make a variation of pesto (we don't have a usable food processor currently, which I thankfully am definitely not responsible for-- I never used it, and the problem is a cracked container not a broken motor which is what my curse tends to cause).
I was using Mama's new electric mixer just a minute ago, for about the fourth time since she got it a year ago because I've mostly been scared to go near it. I was properly following a recipe, even, a recipe that at least two people I know have used successfully. But it started smoking (though it didn't die completely) and I turned it off. Currently I'm letting it cool down for a while, and then I'll have Mama finish mixing the bowl of chocolate frosting because I have resolved to never use her mixer again.
Or at least if I do, I'll make sure she is in the room and watching, because threatening electronics with an adult is surprisingly effective in making them behave. It always used to work on the flashlights I used to read at night.
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